John was gonna keep on keeping on, that was how he did his submissions. When he got the enemy right where he wanted them, the artist was fully intent on trying to keep it that way. So with that in mind John was locking in the figure 4 leg lock as best he could, Nick was about as tall as he was and the same thing with Juniper. Much better to try and keep em down, and apply as much pain as possible. It'd come in handy later if Ryan was going to start dishing out the powerhouse moves.

Still Nick was a surprising git, John wasn't getting the reaction that he'd prefer. But the master of creation knew that this hurt, just going to be a matter of time till Nick called it quits. In response to his opponent's claim Mr Carnaby didn't bother dignifying Nick with an answer, after all the artist was holding the cards.

Until Nick somehow managed to wriggle out of the figure 4, while going on the offence at the same time. Even with the large amount of pressure and pain being cinched in on Nick's lower body, he still managed to deliver a punch to John's midsection. The master of creation hissed out, Nick was rocking the boat here with all his moving. If the figure 4 was reversed then it'd flip the pressure over back onto the artist, something that Mr Carnaby was aware of and tried his best to centre himself before it was too late!

In truth, making his body bend forward to take a hit at John's body was nothing short of something miraculous. How he did it was unsure, even to Nick himself. His body moves back after throwing that hit, with Nick audibly groaning. He wasn't even thinking about getting out of the hold till John tries to recenter himself.

Nick decided to keep flailing, turning his body left and right. He had no intention to flip them over, as he didn't know the effect of that move. He just wanted to make things harder on the man

John knew the art of submissions, through and through. From the basics to the advanced, and he also knew the effects it could have on the body. Nick might have gotten a lucky shot there, but it was just going to hurt his legs even further. And that was only going to serve John's purpose of this further, any chance to whittle down the enemy was something the artist would take.

But all of Nick's moving about was making it harder and harder to properly keep the figure 4 secured, John's teeth were gritted as he tried to put in as much effort as he could to keep the move locked in. But sure Nick's body turning left and right would settle the hold, with John on his belly. Now the pressure was going to be reversed, and John loudly winced. He knew that it was going to be crucial to get to the ropes, no point in trying to power out. With that in mind the master of creation was going to dig down deep and put his upper body strength to good use, in an attempt to move to the ropes and get the break. No point in the move if John had come out of it worse than his opponent.

Nick had managed to turn them over somehow. He looked back at John and saw the reaction of pain. He was still clueless as to what he was doing. And his dumbfounded face was getting Juniper on edge. "You idiot! Up the pressure!"

He looked over at her and still was confused. Juniper almost had an aneurysm. "DAMMIT NICK, JUST...JUST COME OVER HERE. CRAWL!" She wanted the dog to come to her so she could grab Nick's hands and pull his body up to cause John a great deal of pain. It may not have been 'legal', but Juniper's alignment said otherwise. If John and Ryan really did their research, they would know Juniper was a rulebreaker.

Followingbhis partner's commands, Nick tries to tighten up his hold on John's legs before attempting to crawl to Juniper. Though with John pulling himself the other way, it was unknown how this would go...

John knew the risks involved with the hold, but the cons had outweighed the risks. If the ring was taken into account, then you could make sure to have an escape plan if that was required. Mr Carnaby had learned from Ryan to have a rather chess like thinking when it came to the squared circle, in addition to focusing on your strengths.

So needless to say John knew that the longer he stayed as he was, the more chance damage to his legs would occur. It was time to put that upper body strength to use, mixed in with the reaction time of the artist. "Stay strong John!" Ryan barked out from the apron, he knew that something like this wasn't going to end the right hand man of Britain's paragon so easily.

Nick might have had the right idea, but John had an intimate understanding of the hold. Combined with his strong upper body, the artist would most certainly get the rope break. Mr Carnaby making to cling to the bottom rope, the ref would make to count to five till Nick would have to let go. But regardless after Mr Solem let go, John would try to deliver a spiteful kick at his opponent's legs. Just as a little reminder of the pain that the master of creation put him through.

For a moment, Nick thought that he was really doing it. He was really pushing himself towards Juniper, and dragging John with him. "Yes, Yes!" He said happily, his animatronic tail beginning to wag. But, the cute referee had come over and told Nick to let John go. He gasps a bit and looks back, seeing the man had made it to the ropes.

"R-Right. Yes, ma'am." Nick disentangled their legs and starts to get up. He was on his knees until John sent a hard kick back at his legs. He collapsed to his stomach again. His legs hurt more than he thought, apparently. Or maybe that kick was hard. He tries again to get up, mumbling loudly: "Uncouth bastard..."

John might have held the notion of fighting with honour, something that his boss often professed to. But there was a line between honour and being stupid, sure Mr Carnaby followed the rules. That was what the UK Elite was known for despite the divided opinions that people held towards the best of Britain, but sometimes the speed limit was just too damn slow!

And where did Nick get off calling the artist an uncouth? In response to that John snarled out with some Latin in the form of "Stulte..." the master of creation would stand back up slowly. To make sure he didn't blow his legs out from under himself, not after that reversed figure 4. Still the advantage long term would go to the UK Elite, it could set up Nick for Ryan's Knightmare. That brutal leg slicer submission.

Time to take it a bit slow now, with that in mind the master of creation would slowly move forward. John's arms outstretched, testing the waters after the boat had been rocked heavily.

From outside the ring, Juniper gripped tight to the bottom ropes, yelling at Nick as he got back up to his feet. "Speed up, speed up, speed up!" She shakes the ropes violently. Doing as his part her said for him, Nick staggers to his feet. His dog ears perk up when John came back at him.

"What was that? You wanna speak English? I can understand you!" He resolves his pain, turning around and getiing low. Nick was getting ready to run at John, had he said something. If not, Nick wouldnt run but would still be ready for him.

John smirked, it seemed that his insult in Latin had gotten under the skin of the dog. Good, just one piece at a time. The artist was used to trash talk himself, being on the end of it from Lucy. One could say that was Ms Grange's way of mentally preparing the master of creation for that aspect of the squared circle, Nick was looking and acting a bit agitated.

There wasn't going to be anytime to prepare a submission, not when the enemy was coming right at the master of creation. But John was in a position where he could try and at least make a counter, and he stood ready for it. Time to rely on the second thing that Mr Carnaby could do well in, and that was powerhousing. Wasn't as good as submissions in that aspect, but John was a big British guy. Who trained under Mr Knight himself, and you thought Spartan training was brutal....

John would try to rush forth and grab Nick into his arms, and then move forward in the hopes of applying a belly to belly suplex. Still after the back and forth from that figure 4, it might be best to maybe consider tagging soon.....

Juniper was right. He should have went on with it quicker, and he might have been able to get to John before John got to him. Nick was grabbed up by the large man. Nick would have expected a bearhug, or John taking an attempt at a torture rack. Though Ryan didn't get a submission from it.

Instead, the air rushed past Nick. He only had enough tike to instinctively tuck his head down so his face wouldn't hit the floor. His neck and back if his head would take the hard hit, however. "Ugh!" He grunts out in one shot.